Around Easter, while a large chunk of you were enjoying the festivities of Forbes, we decided to do a last minute trip to Adelaide, as I'd never been. So, with a quickly loaded up bus, the kids thrown in the back and the dog dumped at my Dad's, we fired up the freshly built engine and roared into life. With no real travel plan in mind, just the open road and a vague idea of where we wanted to go, we hit the road. Just the way I like it. The first stop was an unexpected river crossing at Wellington, heading towards Victor Harbour. With some slight trepidation and a lot of excitement, we eased onto the ferry and cruised across. After a several slight detours from a geographically challenged GPS and co-driver, and daylight dwindling, we pulled tiredly into the campsite after 9 hours on the road. Day 1 down and we all pulled up well, except for the GPS. That was banned for the rest of the trip. The next morning we arose slowly, a quick coffee and breakfast and then ready to explore the town. A bit of lunch and exploring the local history, a chat to the info centre and we were on our way again, not to Adelaide as planned, but to Kangaroo Island. A quick shopping stop to stock up on some essentials (ie. beer because I left mine at home in my hurry to get out on the open road), a short drive to Cape Jervis and we loaded onto the ferry and away we went.